Madam Dihao is not good

Tears rolled down her face unconsciously.

As strong as her, no matter what happened, she never shed tears, but at this moment, she cried.

The guilt towards her sister was like a snowball that was getting bigger and bigger, pressing down on her every day and night, making her breathless.

They used to be so close, they said they would never leave and be good sisters forever.Why did it become like this?

In the evening, Xia Xin'er woke up again, fearing that she would do something stupid again, she was lying on the bed with her hands and feet bound. [

But when she woke up this time, her mood was unusually calm.

"Xiao Nai, I had a dream. I dreamed that when we were young..." Xia Xiner stared at the ceiling and said quietly, "We were so happy at that time, and we said that when we grow up, we will be brides together, and we will marry the same husband forever. We can’t be apart together. I said giving birth to a baby is painful, but I’m afraid... You said, then you give birth to a baby, and I’ll be your mother, do you remember?”

Chanel nodded frequently.She remembers, she remembers all.

"But why, did that happen?"

"Sorry……"

"As soon as I close my eyes now, I think of all the cruel things. I would rather die!" Xia Xiner shed tears with her eyes closed, "I know it was an accident! I could almost let it go and live a very happy life! But Now, even Shijie doesn't want me anymore, no one in this world will love me anymore."

"I'm sorry, 1 sorry." Chanel's eyes were red, "What should I do to make it up..."

"Give me a son..."

Chanel looked at her in shock: "What did you say?"

"If you feel guilty, just give me a son." Xia Xin'er turned her head and looked at her with a certain determination in her eyes, "You look exactly like me, he won't find out. Please, Give me a son!"

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I don't know when it started to rain.

Leaving the hospital, Chanel walked quietly in the rainy night without an umbrella...

Her face without makeup was pale, her eyes were clear and sparkling.

Long hair high pull, meandering temperament.

His face was as still as the moonlight on the petals of a lily.